"Mr. Aaron, you should call me Mrs. Albert."

Hearing this, Balls couldn't help but tease, "And what, Mr. Aaron?"

"You are scared." Aaron hit the nail on the head, and these words directly made the smile on Balls's face frozen.

"If you are not afraid of me, you will not stop, and you will not emphasize your identity and strength to me. You will begin to doubt me, Lord Bals."

Aaron shrugged, "I can tell you very clearly, Lord Balls, I'm lying, I don't know what's in the sewer, Sartre and Sorsander didn't go to the sewer, everything is a lie."

"However, would you believe it?"

"Will you believe everything I'm saying is a lie? Or would you think it's me deliberately delaying time? Waiting for Sartre and Sorsander to come back from the sewer?"

"Lord of Barrs, there is not much time left for you."

Balls finished listening to his words expressionlessly, but just looked at him coldly, his eyes flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, at this moment, Sartre and Sorsand walked in from outside the door.

Their outfits are incompatible with the people attending the banquet, so they are quite conspicuous in the crowd.

"Sart!" Aaron was stunned, but then shouted loudly regardless of the sound, so loud that it even faintly overwhelmed the soothing accompaniment music.

Almost everyone's eyes looked at Aaron again, and many people also looked at Sartre and Sorsander.

Sartre frowned. He still didn't like an environment like this, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the noble etiquette, this kind of loud shouting is obviously extremely rude.

Aaron didn't care, and of course he didn't care even more.

"Aaron, where is Lord Barrs?" He simply responded loudly.

Since Colin is Bales' confidant, as long as he can find Bales, he will naturally find Colin.

Besides, Sartre also had some questions to ask Balls.

Why didn't he realize that there must be one person in Colin and Teen who had problems.

Asking Balls directly is of course the easiest and most direct way.

However, the speaker has no intention, and the listener has the intention.

Balls could clearly hear Sartre's answer, and his response became the last straw that broke him.

Aaron was within his sight throughout the whole process, and he was able to confirm that Aaron had no news from midway.

This means that either they colluded in advance, or they did come back from the sewer!

And no matter what the situation is, it means that they do know a little, rather than an illusory guess!

Without warning, Balls' metal arm was ignited by flames in an instant, and then several metal liquids that were still burning on the surface were flying and shot towards Aaron.

He was discovered, so he had to do it first!

His actions undoubtedly instantly triggered an ambiguous scene.

However, the next moment, Daigus coughed gently, and the ground quickly raised and condensed into a thick stone wall in a blink of an eye, directly blocking the metal liquid flow outside.

In an instant, everyone felt a burning wave of air coming from the entrance of the corridor.

The music of the band continued, but everyone was stunned.

What's going on?

As several smart people took the lead in leaving the hall, a group of people who had just reacted rushed to the door frantically.

First, the aura of the cult flashed away, and then Lord Balls took action directly.

No matter what, this doesn't seem like a good thing.

Balls sternly shouted a speech that he couldn't understand, like the call of some kind of beast.

Hearing this cry, the orcs who were originally standing in a remote place as background boards finally moved.

In a few thick and bold roars, they showed their sharp minions and rushed directly to the people trying to escape.

The instructions given to them by Balls are very simple, "No one left!"

The second floor burst into explosions continuously, and from time to time, a hot wave of air came.

The first floor is even better, with roars, shouts, cries, and wails, almost all of which can be made into alternative symphony music.

The orcs were obviously prepared, wearing finger tigers and hooked claws, as well as fangs and furs. They used ordinary people as flesh shields, and quickly approached the unexpected nobles.

Most of the nobles attending the dinner were well-known figures in Leiden City. Even if they had extraordinary abilities, most of them were no longer used.

For them, extraordinary ability is more of a symbol of status than a tool of struggle.

While many people were still hesitating what to do, the orcs rushed over and bit off their throats.

Blood stimulated the orc's ferocity, his eyes flashed with cruel green light, and blood flowed silently on the rising fur.

Even if a nobleman reacted and used extraordinary power desperately, the scene became more and more chaotic.

The absence of civilians in the eyes of the nobles means that the ability they release is completely unconscious of the life and death of ordinary people.

The splashing acid liquid can make people turn into bones in seconds. The spirit beast that jumped out of the illusory portal knocked away the ordinary people who were in trouble without any scruples. The dark green poisonous cloud also spread with the chanting of a certain nobleman.

In almost a few moments, the otherwise slightly crowded hall was empty.

What is most ironic is that there are far more civilians who die at the hands of nobles than those who die under the mouths of orcs.

Even until this time, the members of the band were still fulfilling their duties, and no one fled, they all sat in their seats and played the soothing music with all their hearts and responsibilities.

However, in this chaotic scene, the soothing accompaniment seems out of place.

Sartre looked up at the second floor and whispered, "Find Aaron first."

"I know," Sorsand said indifferently, pointing at an orc not far away.

The orc who threw someone to the ground was as if struck by lightning, and could not even control his body. After running out for several meters like a drunken person, he regained his mind.

"I just said I shouldn't come here." Sorsander muttered, but snapped his fingers quickly, and a human face full of lines appeared on his shoulder again.

"It seems that you need me a lot recently..." Meng Ji was still in a mood to tease, but the next moment she swallowed the second half of the sentence, turned her head and looked straight at the orchestra, or in other words, at the leading and late musician.

In her eyes, all the musicians' limbs were hung by translucent soul threads, moving with the fluctuations of the threads.

I don’t know when all the musicians have become like a half-dead person.

The soul threads of all musicians gathered together and were finally held firmly in their hands by the belated musician.
Chapter completed!